I’m actually heart broken. I left my original, working Super Nintendo and collection of games (that my late mother gave me) at my parents house when I moved in with my now husband. I assumed it was safe in the attic for the past 5 years. When I came home for Christmas this year my brother tells me it’s ruined.
He had used it at some point apparently, then brought it back to my parent’s and left it in the side yard in a plastic storage box. He said he'd "check on it periodically" but never told me it was there or moved it literally 20 feet into the garage. If he had just told me it was there I would have flown home just to move it to the attic myself. When he "checked on it" this year, the box had broken down and everything was ruined by water.
I’m so upset. Especially about the Dr. Mario. It was so special to my mom and I that I got a Dr. Mario tattoo the day after she died.
He had used it at some point apparently, then brought it back to my parent’s and left it in the side yard in a plastic storage box. He said he'd "check on it periodically" but never told me it was there or moved it literally 20 feet into the garage. If he had just told me it was there I would have flown home just to move it to the attic myself. When he "checked on it" this year, the box had broken down and everything was ruined by water.
I’m so upset. Especially about the Dr. Mario. It was so special to my mom and I that I got a Dr. Mario tattoo the day after she died.